know if I was okay. I blinked long one
time, our silent communication for yes. “I apologize, Macon and
Timothy,” Favian said and then bowed.
“Favian and Marin, inside. The rest of you
leave us,” Macon said angrily. The other guys left and shut the
door behind them. I faced towards Macon and stood at attention
since there was nothing else I could do until Macon gave us orders.
Favian did the same beside me with a stoic face.
Macon’s building consisted of two floors, the
first was Macon’s office where he had his desk and chairs to meet
with people and a very large fireplace that I had never seen used.
The upstairs was his living quarters and none were allowed up
there.
“You’ve been good so far at keeping your
fights separate. Why did you protect her just now?” he asked
Favian.
“My nerves are on edge and my protectiveness
is on high alert. I apologize and will not do it again while we are
inside the Academy’s boundaries,” Favian said.
“What happened to upset you so much that you
lost your ability to protect yourself?” Macon asked me.
“We were attacked by six human bandits. We
easily dispatched them, but the leader had a picture of me with a
note on the back,” I said softly.
Favian handed the picture to Macon. “Turn it
over,” he said.
Macon turned the picture over and a deep
crease split the center of his forehead. “When did this
happen?”
“Yesterday around the afternoon,” Favian
answered.
“I want a full report. Every single detail
you can remember,” he said sternly to Favian. “Marin, go tend to
the horses and take your bags to your rooms. Once you’re done with
that fetch Master Sean and Master Martin and escort them to me
immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” I said and bowed before leaving
the building. I didn’t like being sent off on the errands, but I
knew better than to question Macon. I untied the horses from the
hitching post and led them to the stables where I quickly untacked
them and put our things on our specified racks. I then put the
horses inside their stalls, which were thankfully already full of
water and hay. I jogged to the dorms, waving to fellow students as
I did and then knocked on the boys’ dorm.
The door opened and Micah, one of the few who
had immediately liked me despite the fact that I was a girl, opened
the door. “Hey Marin. Where’s Favian?”
“Busy with Macon. Can you put his bag on his
bunk for me?” I asked as I tossed the bag inside the door.
“Thanks!”
“You’re welcome,” he called to me as I jogged
to my dorm and tossed my bag inside the door.
Master Sean was the weapons and hand to hand
combat master and Master Martin was the archery and tactics master.
If my guess was right, they were probably both at the outdoor
training grounds working with students. I ran around the dorms and
passed the blacksmith’s building to the large sand-filled,
rectangular training ground. At least fifty students filled the
outer area of the arena, watching two others in the center. The
students at the Academy were comprised of humans, goblins, a couple
dwarves, one elf besides Favian and the occasional sidhe, but the
sidhe kept to themselves mainly. Both Master Sean and Martin were
standing near the center, watching the students and giving them
pointers. Master Sean was built lean and muscular and Master Martin
was built short and stocky with thick arms. They were opposites of
each other and yet the best of friends.
I stepped into the ring and nodded to a few
of the students before stepping passed them so the masters would be
able to see me. The two students were battling intensely with short
swords in the center of the ring and the masters were focused on
their movements. I needed to get their attention so I called out
loudly, “Masters.”
Both men turned to me and then told the
students to stop. “Come to spar?” Master Martin asked with a wicked
smile.
“No, sirs. I have come to get you at the
request of Macon. You are to